Give me your poor, your misunderstood, your strong-flavored or your dark and leafies. It doesn’t really matter to me, if it’s a vegetable, I will pretty much eat it. Oh sure, there are some vegetables that I like more than others. I could eat aspargus by the spindly dozen, and cauliflower, give it to me any which way, roasted, steamed or in a gratin, and you have one happy diner. Other vegetables I feel more moderate about: iceberg lettuce for instance, unless it’s chilled, sliced into wedges, and served with bleu cheese dressing, can be pallid. But I must admit, this one stumps me.
I’ll give this spaghetti squash the benefit of the doubt. Maybe I purchased a rather bland one. But my spaghetti squash had to have been the most watery and insipid variety know to squash-eating man. Now I prepared [...]
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